J.I.D – Stars (ft. Yasiin Bey) (Audio, Lyrics)

Date 2022-09-01

Category Foreign Music, Lyrics, New Music

J.I.D unveils the new “Stars” piece of music which is featuring Yasiin Bey. The track was produced by BADBADNOTGOOD, Christo & Eric Jones. Listen, stream, read the lyrics, buy, mp3 download.

J.i.d Stars

J.i.d Stars

Premiere Dreamville artist and Atlanta native J.I.D. is back today with The Forever Story, his third studio album and his first solo project since 2018. The 15-track album is loaded with incredible features from rising artists like Kenny Mason and Baby Tate, Dreamville acts like Ari Lennox and EarthGang, and music industry veterans like Lil Wayne and Johntá Austin.

One song in particular that boasts a great guest appearance from one of Hip-Hop’s most respected legends is “Stars,” a two-part gem near the end of The Forever Story that features none other than Yasiin Bey.

The first half of the track finds J.I.D. reminiscing on his come-up as an aspiring rapper when his bleak financial situation led to him leaning on a girl for housing and moral support. After the song’s narrator prefaces that listeners will be treated to “a word from our ancestors,” the beat switches to a more grimy instrumental, and that’s when Yasiin Bey takes over for a standalone verse.

J.I.D – Stars (ft. Yasiin Bey) (prod. BADBADNOTGOOD, Christo & Eric Jones)

Lyrics

[Part I]

[Intro]
Oh, woah, woah, woah
Look, uh

[Verse 1: JID]
Baby girl, have faith in a nigga without a job
And let a nigga stay at your place
Play it for your friends when I drop a mixtape
Both of us will win if I get a big break
Broke nigga dick? Baby, had a long day
Tryna get rich, buy you Dolce
And Gabbana, baby, just be honest
Don’t be tryna play me, I’m an artist, baby, I’m an artist
Baby, I’m an artist (And I’m sensitive about my shit)
I been tryna make it on my grind, I’m takin’ what is mine
I’m racin’ with the time
I been tryna make it at my hardest, makin’ it a promise
Chasin’ with my heart in it
I just gotta make it to the stars, a spaceship or a rocket
Paintin’, I’m an artist
I’m just tryna make it as an artist (And I’m sensitive about my shit)
I just gotta make it

[Chorus: JID]
Heavy way to hold the head and notice
Just a long and cold and scary
But I don’t even feel a thing no more
I set my goals and I’m prepared (Look-look-look-look-look, uh)
Will you be there? (Look, uh)

[Verse 2: JID]
Everybody wanna come and hang with the stars
Pinky ring, chain, bling-bling and the cars
A hundred miles an hour on the way to Lee-R
You don’t even believe in Jesus wearin’ Christian Dior
You crazy on a Twitter, who we need for PR?
You out of control, P-O-W-E-R
Went to the head and now you doin’ bodily harm
On the meds and nobody wanna say
Because they scared to lose a gig
But yeah-yeah, you wanna be JID, kid
I used to wanna be Jay, I used to wanna be Wayne
I used to wanna be Kanye and Andre 3K
And all my homegirls wanted to be Beyoncé
Can you pay my telephone bills?
Woah, shit, I was just lookin’ for a deal
Workin’ so hard, had to sharpen my skills
Work with my dawgs, still sharpen my steel
Was still in apartments, stealin’ and starvin’
Fast-forward, I’m in a buildin’ with stars
And I got in Yachty car, he got stars in the ceilin’
Pause for a minute (Wait)
Gotta know the difference in the stars and the gimmicks
Are you really in it for the arts or the image?
Do you really live it in your heart and spirit?
It’s part of all you are, and all you isn’t

[Chorus: JID]
Heavy way to hold the head and notice (Trust your vision)
Just a long and cold and scary (Trust your vision)
But I don’t even feel a thing no more
I set my goals and I’m prepared
Will you be there?

[Part II]

[Intro: Tane Runo]
And now, a word from our ancestors
Man, I, I like these new slaves

[Verse: Yasiin Bey]
Your chain hangin’, bling swingin’, back breakin’
But it’s gleamin’, problem posture, double cup leanin’
Slide, slouchin’ tiger, pimpin’ dragon on swagger
VVS is very vertebrae snappin’, lights flashin’
A manicured appearance concealin’ the shattered spirit
Jinn sneerin’ out the paradox prism
The palace as the prison, retail religion
Red carpet constriction, the freedom is the fiction
As niggas raised specific is race really existin’
Man, get the bag, you’re trippin’
Go ‘head partner, hit this, sip this
Wishlist, hitlist, top ten, shit list, bitchless
Chickless, playmate, playboy, flip sides, same coin, big front
But no joy, yuck, oh boy, hot girls, cold hearts
Tax man like the Taliban and ISIS
No relation to class of Osiris
Kissin’ cousins ’til the climbin’ gas prices kill a climate
Yikes-es, sucker, mean muggin’, who the nicest?
A promised death known is what they life is
Bey tap in, they tap out like a tabloid typist
They touch too tiny to the titan, YA-S-double I-N
Conquerin’ lion out the liar, seek the garden, flee the fire

[Outro]
One, two, three, four

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